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O Polly, you might have toyed and kissed, by keeping men off, you keep them on.

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John Gay
Age: 47 †
Born: 1685
Born: June 30
Died: 1732
Died: December 4
Librettist
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Poet
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Barnstaple
Devon
Keep
Might
Toyed
Men
Polly
Flirty
Flirting
Kissed
Keeping
Kissing

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